GREEN Z ERO
#11, Fall 1992

Box 3104
Shiremanstown PA, 17011

24 pp., $1.00

The second space in this
zine's title is no typo; and it typifies the kind of
vernal end-of-alphabet/beginning-of-counting/almost-Eros
micro-concern with language that it's poets seem most
devoted to. It's most far-gone exemplar is Paul Collier,
as in "13.": "onyx bet'n/ robing/ rush
statix/ ein hook a bronze/ orange bellie flame/ fish
sich hard/ I never/ non dat tame/ radice red booms"--Bob Grumman